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I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled. His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it. A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!” On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster. He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining. He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet. He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun. … For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them. Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.”

Xia Junji · 玄幻
分數不夠
1454 Chs

Chapter 782: A Brand New Cultivation! My Name is Wang Ling_2

"In the future, one must not casually make a breakthrough in realm, for some people, the opportunity only comes once."

The Imperial Spirit Palace was in complete uproar, as everyone looked at the bloodstains spreading across the sky, their hearts filled with nothing but reverence.

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Kaiyuan Mansion, Nanning City.

High walls and a large courtyard, within a sealed seven-story small building.

The pungent smell of blood permeated every corner of the top floor, and one's gaze would find limbs and remains scattered everywhere; rotting internal organs were strewn all over the floor.

A pair of siblings, about six or seven years old.

At the moment, they were hugging each other tightly, curled up in a corner.

How could these young children have imagined that the city's richest man, the greatest philanthropist, was actually a demon in human skin?

Outwardly, he sheltered orphans and beggars, performed acts of charity.